Cançó d'amor

If today I speak of love
it's to tell you, perhaps
without strength or grace,
that I have made so many songs
hiding truths
under a play of words.
Maybe that's why
I need to say it now.

I will talk about the laws
that make our bodies
such a gross lie,
that maybe it will be necessary to say
that the laws have confused
profit with family.
Maybe I'm wrong,
maybe you, maybe me.

And I will talk about those
for whom the body is a prison
of condemned passions,
and in a clandestine bed,
when finally the night comes,
hidden they cuddle.
I don't know if I'm right,
maybe you, maybe me.

Love is the pleasure
free and sincere
of a game full of nuances,
a poem of skins
where sex is the accent
of a simple language.
I don't know if I'm right,
maybe you, maybe me.

If today I speak of love
it's to tell you, perhaps
without strength or grace,
that I will make a thousand songs
hiding truths
under a play of words.
It's just for this
that I need to say it now.